บททั้งหมดของ Miss Nobody Strikes Back: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Hours after Ezra DeMarque’s departure, Sienna Williams still sat in her office, staring blankly at the wall. The room, usually a place were she exalted power and control, now felt like a cage. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being trapped, not just in her office, but in a memory that had clawed its way back into her mind. The encounter with Ezra had been brief, but its impact was profound, dragging her back to a time she’d spent years trying to forget.Nine years ago. She had been so different then—naive, vulnerable, trusting. The way Ezra had manipulated and abused her had left scars so deep that even now, they still bled. Seeing him today had ripped those wounds wide open. Sienna felt like she was back in that room with him, powerless and afraid. Her fingers dug into the armrests of her chair as she tried to push the memories back, but they washed over her like a brutal wave, overwhelming her.She didn’t hear the door open, didn’t notice the sound of footsteps until Melissa was ri

Sienna Williams sighed as she stepped out of her car and into the cool evening air. It had been a long day of unwanted visits and conversations. All she wanted right now was a glass of wine whilst she cuddled with her girls. As she walked up the steps of the Fortress, Damien was already there waiting for her, his expression unusually serious. “Sienna,” he said as she approached, his tone gentle but firm. “Aaron’s here. He’s waiting for you in your study downstairs.”Sienna paused mid-step, a frown creasing her forehead. “Aaron? What on earth is he doing here?”Damien shrugged, though the slight tension in his shoulders betrayed his unease. “He didn’t say. Just that it was important.”Sienna’s frown deepened. She hadn’t seen Aaron since they bumped into each other at the mall, and she couldn’t imagine what could be so urgent that he’d come to see her. A part of her wanted to tell Damien to send him away, but another part—perhaps the more curious part—urged her to get this over with.

The meeting with Sienna Williams over, Aaron DeMarque stepped into his home with a spring in his step, a beaming smile on his face. He could hardly believe it—Sienna had agreed to endorse him. The meeting had gone even better than expected, and he could only imagine the headlines tomorrow. He couldn't wait to rub it in George and Harris's face that Sienna was on his side. He strides into his bedroom and hung up his coat. But as soon as he began to unbutton his shirt, the atmosphere shifted. Gisela leaned against the door frame, arms crossed and eyes blazing with fury. Aaron’s smile faltered. “Gisela?” he began, his voice cautious. “What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong?” she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She took a step toward him, her hands trembling with barely contained rage. “You tell me, Aaron. How was your little meeting with Sienna?” Aaron blinked, taken aback by the venom in her tone. “It went well. Really well, actually. She’s agreed to endorse my campaign, which i

Sienna Williams had an amazing night. The follow morning, she woke up to the sound of giggles and tiny feet skipping into her bedroom. She barely had time to blink the sleep out of her eyes before the twins jumped onto her bed, each of them diving straight for her like tiny missiles.“Mommy, wake up!” Brylee squealed, bouncing on the bed next to her. Rylee, always the more composed one, but no less enthusiastic, crawled under the blankets and snuggled up next to her. “Mommy, can we have pancakes for breakfast?”Sienna chuckled, feeling the last remainder of sleep slip away. “Good morning to you, too,” she said, wrapping an arm around Rylee while ruffling Brylee’s hair with her free hand. “Pancakes, huh? Are you going to help me make them?”Brylee’s eyes lit up. “Yes! I want to mix!”“Then pancakes it is.” Sienna stretched and glanced at the clock on her nightstand. She had a few hours before she needed to head into the office, so she could afford to linger in bed with her kids a littl

Sienna Williams stood near the bar, holding a glass of champagne that she hadn’t even taken a sip from. It was that smile on Gisela’s face—so composed, so serene—that made Sienna’s skin itch with discomfort. How could she be so calm after what she'd done?George was dead.Damien had delivered the news to her right before the ceremony. The man she just had an unpleasant altercation with, was gone. Just like that. They ruled it out as suicide because he was found in his apartment with a bullet to the head and a note next to him. But Sienna knew that Gisela had something to do with it. But now was not the time to dwell on it. She had to keep it together especially as Natalia DeMarque strode toward her. Sienna tore her gaze from Gisela and with a steadying breath, she forced a smile on her face.“Sienna!” Natalia beamed, spreading her arms for a quick hug with Sienna. “You look amazing, my dear,”Sienna gave her a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Thank you, and you too Natalia. That ou